GREEN LIT




Lyrical criminal, rip you with the quizzical,

My mass is critical, the way I rip clinical/

Still you wanna do me dirty, like rotten imbeciles,

Still I'll give it to you wordy, by dropping syllables/

Verbs & nouns that I be known to throw down,

So gather round' again cos' it's about to go down/

I'm like a pro how the way I flow now,

But treated like the popo rolling through Motown/

You get mowed down I'm coming through landscaping,

Find my true form on drums my crew man's shaping/

Spit with clarity for charity no translating,

You shook rookies drop the mic with your hands shaking/

Your placating, it's where the hate comes from,

You would think I'm baking chickens the way I shake up crumbs/

You dressed in Sunday best? I cook ya fake thug son

Cos' I'll show up to battle looking like a straight up bum/

No joke bro, I'll roll up like the hobo,

version of Michael Myers and stab you faggots up "No homo"/

Liquid sword pro, flow to paint a photo,

That you sit and study with dissection feinting slow-mo/

Rock the rewind/pause, you sit and screen shit,

Jock the free mind cause I spit to scene rip/

Lock the steez in jaws, you and your team bit,

Gawking at displeasing flaws, you're getting green lit/




Red light, yellow light, green light, go,

Pay the price to eat and bite a mean tight flow/

Wrapped inside of lies to get your team hype, though,

You've never even seen a stage or a gleaming beam light show/

You's a dreaming mic pro, try and get your views straighter,

You need to clean your dome, try and get some clues hater/

You sit at home a plagiarizing tool scraper,

Truth of the matter is you couldn't rip a mic made of newspaper/

You drop the ball when it comes down to crunch time,

I stay Kabal and dummy with another punchline/

I watch you fall, all you seeing is the sunshine,

Laying on your back, still biting, eating like it's lunchtime/

I'm like a holy man with the verses,

I'm like Bubba Ho-Tep with curses/

Get riddled with words I disperses,

I see you in I.C.U. with the nurses/

No apologies for leaving you a mess hoe,

My worst flow still outweighs your best flow/

Spitting venom snake, Cobra like I'm Destro,

Learnings half the battle, try and G.I. like the rest Joe/

Dead zone, between your neck and vest, where your seam split,

Collect head pieces with my breezy teeth that squeeze spit/

I don't settle for second so see me seize shit,

One word seeps from these lips, & you're getting green lit